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How could Enna Clark let him leave? Intuition told her that there was some misunderstanding between them. If she let Baron Lawrence go this time, she wouldnât see him for a long time at least.
She quickly moved to stand in front of him, spreading her arms, blocking his way, âLetâs talk, but not about Wyndham Howell.â
âGet out of the way!â Even if not talking about Wyndham Howell, he didnât want to talk about anything right now!
Enna gritted her teeth, blocking his way, her eyes pleading, and softly begged, âBaron Lawrence, give me ten minutes, no, even five minutes will do. Letâs talk, please.â
Shit! Did this woman know she had beautiful eyes, so she deliberately made this expression, making it hard for him to refuse!
His forehead vein twitched, his lips pressed into a straight line, and although his face was ugly, he couldnât forcefully push her away.
Ennaâs heart was in her throat, she knew she was acting like a ruffian, desperately pestering him into a conversation.
But she had no choice, she could only gamble that Baron would be unable to resist her.
The two stared at each other for a few minutes, neither giving in.
The cold man took the initiative to walk back, not even glancing at her, and spat out a word, âSpeak!â
âHuh~â Enna suddenly let out a sigh of relief; it seemed that she had won her gamble. She followed behind him, thinking about what to say. After some thought, she decided not to beat around the bush and go straight to the point. âBaron Lawrence, do you think I donât like you?â
It took her a long time to think of this reason. That day they had quarreled over Wyndham Howell; she thought he was too domineering. Meanwhile, did he see her walking out of school with Wyndham Howell and misunderstand that she didnât like him and liked someone else?
So thatâs why he suddenly went hard on Wyndham Howell?
With Baron Lawrenceâs character, it was highly possible.
Enna Clark took a deep breath and was about to speak when the man in front of her suddenly turned around, his face livid, and growled through clenched teeth, âYou dare not to like me!â
âIâ¦â
âShut up!â Baron Lawrence panted, suppressing his out-of-control emotions, and gritted out word by word through his teeth, âIf you donât want me to hurt you again, leave now!â
The atmosphere in the small kitchen dropped to freezing point.
Just standing there, Enna could feel the immense pressure. She shook her head, resolutely saying, âI wonât leave.â
âDo you think I donât like you?â
Baron Lawrenceâs hawkish eyes rolled up a storm, like a blizzard in Siberia!
Had this woman gone mad?
How dare she question him!
Enna Clark dared, and she asked once again, âBaron Lawrence, do you think I donât like you?â
Her chest felt like it was mercilessly ripped open, he narrowed his eyes into slits, and countered, âEnna Clark, do you think you like me?â
âI do like you.â There was no hesitation! Admittedly forthright and confident!
Even if Baron Lawrence thought she was lying, he felt much better with her answer. His face softened slightly, and he wasnât as frightening as before, âHow can you prove it?â
âWhat do you mean, how can I prove it?â
âYou said you like me. How can you prove it?â
Enna Clark was a little confused. How could she prove this? She couldnât possibly take her heart out for him to see, right? Even if she could, it wouldnât show who she liked or didnât like. She pondered for a moment, then looked up into his eyes, ââ¦What kind of proof do you need to believe me?â